edited by leo dijkstra photos and story by peggy larson
Here's a story about a Peggy who caught the Porsche bug early on; and a bit of yellow fever to go with that, which she's still not been able to cure. I loved working on this story as Peggy takes us through nearly forty years of Porsches and more. And I even found a link in there to me being Dutch and my favourite garage footwear. Let's see if you can spot that one also. Enjoy!
A sight not easily forgotten. To me it was the start of a lifelong interest in cars. And a 'yellow theme' that spins right through it.
"I had never seen anything like it! I walked over and chatted a bit with the owner. He explained it was a red 1974 Porsche 914. And I just fell in love with it..."
I remember the first time I ever saw a Porsche. It wasn't yellow, but on that particular morning in late spring the bright yellow sun made it the perfect day for a drive in a convertible after a long cold winter. It was 1975. My husband and I owned a veterinary clinic in North Dakota providing veterinary care to mostly farm animals and some pets. I was just getting into my truck to go out on a farm call when this stunning little red car pulled into the parking lot. I had never seen anything like it! I walked over and chatted a bit with the owner. He explained it was a red 1974 Porsche 914. And I just fell in love with it...
In 1979, we moved to Vermont bringing our cars with us. We kept them for two years and then sold them. Rog's car was kept in the family, as his daughter bought his. Mine was starting to rust a bit, and as you know already, being a bit fussy about cars, I sold mine also.
Life was busy. Rog's veterinary practice was demanding of his time and I went back to school in 1985 graduating with a law degree in 1988. The 1990's flew by – I worked as a prosecutor in the criminal justice system, taught at one of the Vermont colleges, opened my own veterinary practice limited to surgery, worked on animal cruelty cases and did national and international consulting on animal issues. But I still wanted to buy another Porsche.
In 2002, it was back to that first Porsche I fell in love with: I bought another red 914. Nostalgia for sure!! In 2004, another red car followed. This time a bit more modern and water cooled. I bought a 1995 red 968 cabriolet with a tan leather interior. Stunning! Beautiful! I was hooked on Porsches. There had to be even more Porsches in my future! Summer is short in Vermont so we drove both cars through the beautiful Vermont scenery. It was a fun time.
Then my beloved husband passed away in 2010. It was a really rough year. Jim had also lost his wife and understood the pain. He stayed in touch and was very supportive. I will be forever grateful for his kindness.
"Meanwhile, my herd had increased in size but the garage space hadn't."
I kept looking at 911's when I wanted to buy yet another Porsche. And I was interested in yellow cars only from now on. Meanwhile, my herd had increased in size but the garage space hadn't. Jim suggested that I convert my basement to an indoor garage. I had an insulated garage door installed. I can now store 4 cars down there with heat in the winter and a couple of dehumidifiers in the summer. While some of my cars don't, this garage does have real climate control. How cool is that?
So now I had two yellow Porsches left: the 944 and the Boxster. I discussed getting another Porsche with Jim. He suggested the 993 as it was the last of the air cooled engines. We looked at pictures of it and I was fascinated by the clean lines and balance. The perfect car to fill up the third space in my garage. We finally found one out in California – a Targa. Pastel yellow! I bought it. 36,000 miles. This 993 is the most beautiful of all my Porsches. And the pastel yellow color on a Targa is rare. Most are red, black or blue.
I found his email address and dropped him a note asking if he still had the 968. And, if so, would he be willing to sell it? We talked on the phone several times. His wife wanted a new kitchen and he was interested in a BMW, so the timing was right this time and he decided to sell me the car. I was so excited as I knew it would be a good one. It had 48,000 miles on the odometer. I bought it!
Jim helped out and flew up from NC to Philadelphia, picked up the car and brought it to my home in Vermont. My mechanic restored it to original as the seller had added some fancier equipment – emergency brake handle, shift knob, etc. Luckily the seller still had the original parts and he sent them up with the car.
This year, I had it detailed before putting it in the warm basement for the winter. Only ten 'speed yellow' 968 cabriolets were sold in the US. Mine is number 3. And garage space number 4 was no longer empty!
So my basement is full, but the Porsche bug hasn't given in yet. Still, I would like to own a 911 from the 70's. Jim and I will keep looking, which is part of the fun! And the color? Well, the yellow fever hasn't subsided either...
Peggy W. Larson